The Respite

I have walked
Many a mile in my life
Till the legs are aching
To a point a respite is begging
The young whisk past me
And I don't complain
It is we that raised thee
Not to stop where we did

Kingdom

Pic by Clyde Frogg

Vast, vast expanses
Inviting, tempting
To run, run fast
To imagine
The space along the plains
And top of the mountains
All mine to roam
To roam like a king

The Bookworm

In the picture: Marina Nesterova (by Georgy Charnyadyev)

The bookworm reads
Page after page
Line after line
In between the lines
Seeking solace

Perhaps inspiration
Oblivious to
The movements around
And the shadows behind